This is a song about "Rising in fame"

You were rising straight to fame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

In this game it ain't the fame, ‘cuz i've been patiently watching,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Inevitable rising is what i symbolize

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Only hall of fame i'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

Why not me the same thing

Cause both names keep rising

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods