This is a song about "Ratchet bitch lie sidechick"

Since the day i retracted the lie

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

And i know that your supply

How we're livin a lie

Bitch whyd you have to lie to me

Third ward general, young cash money

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Beautiful sky ogopogo mythology lie

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die