This is a song about "Ratchet thot"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Thot it was about me all about me

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close