This is a song about "Ratchet hatian"

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And california on that jerk shit

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws