This is a song about "Ratchet weave"

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

We can make more, make babies

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run