This is a song about "Canan is ratchet"

Half your body laying on my chest

Your bad is what is alleged

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Story is notorious

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Tipping acid, little ratchet

It shows i know a bit

I got to fight this

*is that what i think it is?*

Inspiration is survival.

As i light one for ill will