This is a song about "Riley is a punk"

This punk reminds me of my toilet all he does is swill shit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

This how i hear it different

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Bet i put you punk asses in your place,death is your only fate,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Was against a fucking punk and nobody voted, so how could i win?

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position