This is a song about "Heart rate"

I can tell you that this tape

Higher than my absentee rate

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I have risen the rate of mortality.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

City national bank evolve into shape

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

We both had dreams of being great

It wasn't rate, and it wasn't fate,

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

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

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

Your heart rate is elevated, so's your blood pressure,