This is a song about "Rising tide"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

You were rising straight to fame

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

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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

But check out how i roll tide

Not only had the fiend died

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

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