This is a song about "Ratchet"

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Took me a while just to write those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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