This is a song about "Joan rivers"

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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,

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

When i deliver rivers of flows

Every night i stroke hoes