This is a song about "Ratchet gir"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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