This is a song about "Arrive"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

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

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Guess no arrays arrive for the "i start fires"

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

When i arrive bitches screaming like jodie back