This is a song about "Riff raff"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

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

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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