This is a song about "Rising tide"

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

I live my life in tha fast lane

You were rising straight to fame

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side