This is a song about "Racism rising"

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Now i'm not asking for there to be no racism

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Too many years of racism allow me with greater wisdom,

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Then we cut, look how she say my name

You were rising straight to fame

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Inevitable rising is what i symbolize