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

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Starting from scratch i'm about to work out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

In a rise from my crisis

She can make a pimp fall in love

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs