This is a song about "Ratchet gir"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Bet i'm heavy with that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Big homie hov said i am close

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet