This is a song about "Like for a rate"

Higher than my absentee rate

I feel good, i look great

It's a sin for anyone to be like me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

To slaughter cows like a barbarian just for a taste again.

Under love. for fourteen this is what a man should look like.

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

She payed me at a steady rate,