This is a song about "Ratchet bitch hoodrat sidechick"

Never agree with that message

Fuckin myopic bitch

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

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

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language