This is a song about "Rise above the power"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

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

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The greatest above, muhammad ali

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Got the power to many more

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I am on the mic with everlasting power