This is a song about "Easter rising"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Cause both names keep rising

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

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

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens

Im rising to the top while yall are falling like icarus

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said