This is a song about "Peng ting walking down the river"

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And on the banks of this river

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Oh, slow. make it flow...down by the river and crying all over the pit. that slut

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga