This is a song about "Riff raff"

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

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

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

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

Got racks you don’t understand