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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

So by the ignorant wondered rise

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters