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

I used to have a nine to five

So by the ignorant wondered rise

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

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

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

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

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

When i was on the rise

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

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

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy