This is a song about "You so ratchet"

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

So why don't you stop trying,

But he don't rule a thing

So you better be taking notes

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

I was born to do the damn thing

You were so condescending

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

So so so, why don't you go go go

I'm after you bringing traffic through

So much so open the gate, before you

So im comin back at you

What preceded was the clue