This is a song about "Red river"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

And then i saw the red,

My voice make her wet

Covered the room in splattered red,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

We just looking in the mirror

The day before is better than the present

Throw it in the river where she sunk