This is a song about "Jensens rachet"

I've got one hell of a pitch, so listen in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

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

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You rappers can hold your head, while this nut i'm busting.

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Put that tool up to his mouth im busting

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

Rip this shit like cling film

They're panties melt when they see me smiling

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing