This is a song about "The rise of dictatorial regimes"

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Cause when the curtain are closing,none of you gonna rise above me.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I need a backyard full court size

When i was on the rise

Just watch me rise from the phoenix's ashes

She can make a pimp fall in love

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

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

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos