This is a song about "Brent rivera"

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Yeah, the executive branch is ran by the president, the vp, and the cabinet.

Tree branch of twists and bends,

We can never be friends

When i deliver rivers of flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Bitch, you a stick, am big like a branch.

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

I'm a filler, as i fill these rivers full of livers of rap words like drillers,

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck