This is a song about "Rise to the charts"

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I will rip the through the charts, kendrick lamar

Try to be real, not just top of the charts.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

I'm a top the charts like kendrick but faster,

I just shake dice

And when i start to rise

Stop and look at the charts,

You haters put up your guards

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts