This is a song about "Rise of legends"

Legends go, but never are forgotten

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Just try to analyze ill pulverize all in the way of my rise

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Im never regretting the mentions of legends im ending

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

The undeniable rise of a king

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching