This is a song about "Ratchet hoes"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

This is love, nothing else close

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

For 12 years,no new hoes!

Big homie hov said i am close