This is a song about "Mom trying to rise too kids"

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

So here i am at the store for some chips

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

But i'm just trying beat it too

Just try to analyze ill pulverize all in the way of my rise

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

To all my friends reading this get ready to rise