This is a song about "Riff"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

With a different sounding riff pounding ya brain insane like a preacher

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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