This is a song about "Gangsters and thugs and ratchet hoes"

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Only real niggas stay on top

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes