This is a song about "Rising"

Cause both names keep rising

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Rising from the bottom to the best, ssc all we need to succeed,

While outstanding, i'm astounding, and rising, from the ground,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Try rising to the level of aj, i'm now in my heyday

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope