This is a song about "Ratchet fake"

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

See my hands start to shake

Ur love was always fake

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

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I work hard for everything i get