This is a song about "Armenians on the rise"

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And she would do anything for everything

The undeniable rise of a king

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise