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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

Big homie hov said i am close

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Floor seats at that wizards game

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought