This is a song about "Ratchet gir"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

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

I am olubowale, the answer to this