This is a song about "Raff"

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Nigga i ain't fuckin' wit no riff raff hoes

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Will be had by me cuz i'm rolling high like i'm riff raff

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last