This is a song about "The rise of prussia"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

When i was on the rise

We hustle to survive

Weight of world wont match my rise . i'll push down the ground and the sky

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

So by the ignorant wondered rise

What we gotta do to survive

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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