This is a song about "Coasts and rivers"

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,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Third ward general, young cash money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Guess i’m different than most

When i deliver rivers of flows

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Doo-rags to match, and i do sag

And like to boast and brag

Uh, for worse or for better

And don't ever (and don't ever)