This is a song about "Heart rate"

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

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I make a way for my people to see the light

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Her heart rate slows to normal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I have risen the rate of mortality.

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade