This is a song about "Ratchet"

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

I know what you do with that

Tipping acid, little ratchet