This is a song about "Fly above"

I be ballin, they wonder why

Step back and watch me fly

Whats above when theres nothing below

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

Rub the wood and ima show em love

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

I'm above anyone else ima stellar

The greatest above, muhammad ali

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

She likes the way it hits her lips

So far above a storm begins.

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

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