This is a song about "Arrive at"

But i muscle rap

Take her where the couch at

I rap to myself in my head waiting for second period to arrive

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

This wisdom his drive ain't deprived more and more guys arrive,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Now look at me than look at you

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

I've got lita swallowing cum when them follows arrive

Now we must stand tall

To love me at all at all

You was bigger than an artist

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist