This is a song about "Riff raff"

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader

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