This is a song about "Ratchet weave"

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

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

If you believe then you can achieve

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

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.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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