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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Haha that hoe got ya ass whipped.

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

Preaching to the choir though

I not chasing no hoe

Girls looking like barbie

So fast, can't copy

Or just bed her better until she's my doll

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe