This is a song about "Crude death rate"

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Now the ddr's clocking at the 'xact same rate

City national bank evolve into shape

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

But it was at another rate

She self made, i'm self made

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

As i light one for ill will

Her heart rate slows to normal

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing