This is a song about "Emma ratchet"

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

You stood me up and i understand

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Here they keep a rachet close

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes