This is a song about "Ratchet as hoes"

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes