This is a song about "Risin up"

Risin higher than when our currency inflated

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

I know you're mad, but so what

Waiting for me to fuck up

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

It's not making sense to you right now but

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

She was the queen of the club

Niggas thought i dun came up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

You got phat pockets like a fat boy