This is a song about "Ratchet"

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.