This is a song about "Ratchet ass hoes"

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

This is love, nothing else close

I show up with four hoes

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Took me a while just to write those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes