This is a song about "Riff raff"

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

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

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are