This is a song about "Ratchet hoes"

I think that she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes

I said i love these hoes i love these hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I show up with four hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Like a line full of hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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