This is a song about "Barbie doll ratchet ass racks hoe"

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Tipping acid, little ratchet

God damn pull out my racks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

In a blender when i was playing with my barbie doll

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

That's why they can't mess up my flow

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

But let me tell you im not gonna be yo hoe ass bate

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Or just bed her better until she's my doll