This is a song about "Ghetto ratchet kids"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids