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

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I used to have a nine to five

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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