This is a song about "Time to rise"

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

A time for a prophet to rise and speak

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

And every time i rise up they treat you, need you crucified,

I needed to open my eyes and rise,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Not the money on my mind looking for a time when all when my talent shall it rise.

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price