This is a song about "Piff"

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Spit piff, the embalm fluid stripped from an impaled carcass

Spit piff, the embalm fluid stripped from an impaled carcass

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin