This is a song about "Ratchet"

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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