This is a song about "Ratchet thots"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then