This is a song about "Premium rate"

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

Cop a car, new estate

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

But it was at another rate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right