This is a song about "Joan rivers"

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

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

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

When i deliver rivers of flows

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years