This is a song about "Rise from a fall"

All must try, and all must fall, so that those few men may rise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Just watch me rise from the phoenix's ashes

Together all the timethought it was true love