This is a song about "Ratchet"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,