This is a song about "Ratchet thot"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

Thot it was about me all about me

And all women who had light features, see

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Every day was a saturday, shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand