This is a song about "Raise head"

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

My salute to you i raise the middle

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

But for long time i had gone cold

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Let's pretend he was a kid people were able to raise,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

She's just trying to raise me, concerned with my well-being,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Waiting for me to raise the bar

I'm gunna raise a necromancy as a hoard of fans

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps