This is a song about "On the rise"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Never really been into the ice

You make a nigga sing songs nice

When i was on the rise

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,