This is a song about "Demons on the rise"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

Call the network dipset family ties

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

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