This is a song about "Riff raff"

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

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