This is a song about "Birth rate"

Yeah bitch this date's done

When you birth from explosion,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

I came up hungry

Rate hazel been with me

Something i craved, mocha has got me jumping, like the birth rate.

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm 5'8 (five eight), responsible for increasing crime rate.