This is a song about "Streaming"

Oh, you look like my next victim

Into the star system

Rap can be an outlet, but ‘till these parents let go,

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Throw it in the river where she sunk

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And served it to the public on a silver platter

You waving swords i'm waving switch blades, advantage don't matter

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

June to september was the period of the flood

"just an outlet" time to let it out with.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss