This is a song about "Zoe is ratchet"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

Keeping them on the hip

Tipping acid, little ratchet

*is that what i think it is?*

Pocket racked up all big faces

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

This is ice, this is frozen,

Cold world no blanket son

Knowledge is power information is key

Why don't you just get a little taste baby