This is a song about "Im on a rise"

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Im a god on the mic

Pose, click, pose, click

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Ye im 13 but ur goin to be surprised when i rhyme coz im goin to rise like

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Yea im on the mike im on a hype you wna fight