This is a song about "The river"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

And on the banks of this river

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Our hands tight holding, the river calm flowing/ wishing for you, that dandelion im blowing/

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Trails snake round the river,

I pipe in and one night her

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

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

The day before is better than the present

Throw it in the river where she sunk