This is a song about "Ratchet as hoes"

Tipping acid, little ratchet

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

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

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

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

18 year sentence with no parole

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit