This is a song about "Rivers and roads"

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And remember what i said and

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it