This is a song about "You ratchet as fuck"

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and i haven't read you rap yet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Fuck with a man as anxious as me and i'll be em, you be papa doc/

Bitches is artificially duck

But instead of getting hi as fuck

Tipping acid, little ratchet

About some tyga beef shit

You've never seen a twisted fuck as unhinged as me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Straight g thing, double m g thing

High as fuck ut never tilting

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,