This is a song about "Ratchet bitch hoodrat sidechick mcdonalds"

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And you all will respect that

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,