This is a song about "Ratchet thots"

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

You stood me up and i understand

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones