This is a song about "Demons on the rise"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I'm everything that they call nice

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Up an down like a yoyo, yayo on the rise, we deny the high make us fly in the sky

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

I work hard for everything i get

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue