This is a song about "Ratchet bitch hoodrat sidechick mcdonalds"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

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

Now you speaking my language

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,