This is a song about "Joan rivers"

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

I'm trying to be perfect like i'm joan clever from leave it to beaver.

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

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

This is like love, that you can never get

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Big homie hov said i am close

When i deliver rivers of flows

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

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