This is a song about "Premium rate"

I can tell you that this tape

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

I have risen the rate of mortality.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Now the ddr's clocking at the 'xact same rate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

God don't care about your failure's rate rather than the success ratio