This is a song about "Riff"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph