This is a song about "Rising"

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

In the land of the rising sun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Rising higher than any mc

I used to have a nine to five

Rising the drive that slice into cries