This is a song about "Emma ratchet"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

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

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Just to go to liv on a sunday

The best of the best, emma rae.

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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