This is a song about "Arise"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Arise through the group you came from

I don't care what it did to them

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice