This is a song about "Ratchet and clank"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And make her fall on her face and

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones