This is a song about "Demons on the rise"

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

And ever since, he been on the rise, with no plans to revise

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And this will be the song that we sing

Strangle the demons that we're facing/

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,

So by the ignorant wondered rise

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Rise up and firm on the ground, i will deflect you, so don’t you

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise