This is a song about "Ratchet thots"

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

All dem niggas gonna hate

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I put the nigga in his casket

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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