This is a song about "Ratchet ass hoes"

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Got shows on top of shows

In the garden guarding my hoes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

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

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Bought the dope and have hoes