This is a song about "The rise of dictatorial regimes"

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

When i was on the rise

Inferior, but i'm nice

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

And my wish is to have everything

The undeniable rise of a king

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets