This is a song about "The rise of the turks"

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

And if you delete this rap you prove you're handicapped with broken legs

Becoming someone you don't recognize

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

So by the ignorant wondered rise

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die