This is a song about "Premium rate"

And i could see you coming home after work late

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

Higher than my absentee rate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

New york, va, dc, get paid

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Spit to the premium hear it, and every minute's the limit,

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

I have risen the rate of mortality.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money