This is a song about "Ratchet ass hoes"

Bought the dope and have hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

I spit on it, i'm ratchet, make a racket when i grab the pen,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

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