This is a song about "Apocalypse rising"

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

Rising through the ranks just like the president

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

In the land of the rising sun

I'm caged up in state prison

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep