This is a song about "Credit interest rate"

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

While guys were wastin time credit

Every day was a saturday, shit

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Unlimited credit