This is a song about "Rising lifes"

You were rising straight to fame

Then lost her faith again

My lifes nothin but a contradiction

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

But i dont care, i will keep on rising, you realizing?

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Lifes a piece work we dont have time to stay rested,