This is a song about "Rise above"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Admit that you deny the one above,

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

We writing about love for our nigga above

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

I'm everything that they call nice

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

Inferior, but i'm nice

Cause i am gonna rise/

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise