This is a song about "Raff"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row