This is a song about "Advise"

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Your ego oversized, i advise to see a psychologist,

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

Why cry, when i could take his advise,"always look a man in his eyes before u kill him,"

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Here's a piece of advise...

They getting nice, they got some ice

We have nothing in common

Hey son i advise you have fun