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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

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

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Sky high, iced out paradise

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise