This is a song about "Brent rivera"

Of course and then again, perhaps

But you don't have a chance

Steered me like a slight stream, first move like the white team

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

This stream of words without meaning made me stuck

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Of course i don't condone stealing for pleasure

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Would it alter the course of my history?/