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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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