This is a song about "Ratchet jodi"

We all know that jodi held and maintained the best mom title,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

That summer i was led to christ, by jodi n jay a moment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

Jodi, quite possibly the greatest person i've ever met.

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

But just keep jodi on this earth with me and my son michael too.