This is a song about "Ratchet weave"

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I like to call that a quick flip

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

In front of our building, they was my heroes

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

And all my childhood memories

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave