This is a song about "On the rise"

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

And ever since, he been on the rise, with no plans to revise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Up an down like a yoyo, yayo on the rise, we deny the high make us fly in the sky

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry