This is a song about "On the rise"

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Just watch me rise from the phoenix's ashes

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

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise