This is a song about "Ratchet gir"

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

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.

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it