This is a song about "Raise head"

But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Yesterday's irrelevant so raise your glass and celebrate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

After every show, a dream she hold

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

My salute to you i raise the middle

Ok just listen up a little

Or you can do better on some hate shit

To raise above the sky like a comet

I'm gunna raise a necromancy as a hoard of fans

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

She's just trying to raise me, concerned with my well-being,

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything