This is a song about "Arrive at"

To love me at all at all

Now we must stand tall

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

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

I arrive at my destination

You're uncool like my mother kin

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom