This is a song about "Heart rate"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

Her heart rate slows to normal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate