This is a song about "Canan is ratchet"

I spit on it, i'm ratchet, make a racket when i grab the pen,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Inspiration is survival.

As i light one for ill will

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Knowledge is power information is key

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones