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,

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

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

Somehow the suburban silence flows mystically through rivers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When i deliver rivers of flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes