This is a song about "Premium rate"

I'm activated by the moves your making

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

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money