This is a song about "Ratchet hatian"

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

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

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip