This is a song about "Ratchet chick"

I guess i can steal your chick

Keep the bitches on my dick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Or you gonna stand there, chick

Killing these niggas off quick

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I met this chick it's phasin none.

And you can tell everyone

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones