This is a song about "Arena"

There was silence all over the arena

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

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

An arena of alternative atmospheres’ run amok

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Sing your arena i haul the stadium

In this arena we in it's a tempermental heater

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her