This is a song about "Ratchet"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

You should be cautious, kid

Tipping acid, little ratchet