This is a song about "Berri and what the yous the murry river for"

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Don't get what the fussin' and fiddlings for,

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Throw em in the river outdoors

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Cut your body in 9 parts and throw you in the fraser river.

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror