This is a song about "You so ratchet"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Tipping acid, little ratchet

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Yofti! aint you so glad you got me?

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

You know, work that

So you can talk your shit

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'm after you bringing traffic through

So much so open the gate, before you

So you can kiss my ass

Fell asleep in first class

We be like chow

Oh so you feel me now