This is a song about "Ratchet chick"

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

Ok i hear you talkin

I met this chick it's phasin none.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Your main chick is now my bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick