This is a song about "Riff raff"

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

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

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

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

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

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

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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