This is a song about "A song about starting from nothing as rise to the top"

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

The blueprint is starting to sway since it cant identify a metaphor.

In a rise from my crisis

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

I jumped from the top, just to fucking drop a daily spit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I got to his office nothing could stop this im a cut off his top quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Gonna make from the bottom to the top