This is a song about "Heart rate"

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

God don't care about your failure's rate rather than the success ratio

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Rate hazel been with me

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide