This is a song about "Joan rivers"

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,

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

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

When i deliver rivers of flows

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

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

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head