This is a song about "Riff raff"

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass