This is a song about "Ratchet gir"

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Tipping acid, little ratchet

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that