This is a song about "Rivers"

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

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

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

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

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

When i deliver rivers of flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes