This is a song about "Ratchet as hoes"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

Here they keep a rachet close

Bought the dope and have hoes

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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