This is a song about "Riviera"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of potential cases

Maybe numb it with another, nice hitta nice hitta

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

Im sizzlin like french fries

And when i start to rise