This is a song about "Ratchet hoes haters chef curry ferarri flames"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Fuck your ratchet hoes, i kill the mic with spasmatic flows,

I train in spittin flames,

And today we're still in chains

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Sorry shakie but i run from flames

And burst in a ball of flames

High: that's why they call us planes

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

I got 20 thousand views of french itself