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,

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Social conditioning and

This is something different

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

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

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned