This is a song about "On the rise"

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

So by the ignorant wondered rise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

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

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

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Sit back and watch your sunrise

When i was on the rise

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice