This is a song about "Ratchet thot"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

That moschino shit is so back

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them