This is a song about "Fly above"

Whats above when theres nothing below

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

I'm above anyone else ima stellar

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes