This is a song about "Ratchet people"

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Cause this album pack enough evil

I'm a savior to these people,

People steal, people die,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Inhabit the minds of people

This is the root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people

As i light one for ill will

Questions enter the minds of people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Them people weak them people weak