This is a song about "Zoe is ratchet"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Anything is possible

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Everybody is created

This is oh so much like getting votes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

The bomb is can bwe you is

Aight santana man...let's do this

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

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