This is a song about "Ratchet"

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

I just write that right by a mic stand

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