This is a song about "Ratchet pussy"

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

And realize ur pussy bitch.

Yeah, we get this cabbage

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I just write that right by a mic stand

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I think you're a pussy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see