This is a song about "Heart rate"

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate