This is a song about "Ratchet weave"

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

And california on that jerk shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

I'm everything that they call nice

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids