This is a song about "Whiteboys rising up in the lk"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Try rising to the level of aj, i'm now in my heyday

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Monsters creeping up in the night

Killa never let the drama slide

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Rising through the ranks just like the president

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

See you spot lk on the back, snap back, nike jacket, you can't hack it, it all fit right/