This is a song about "Rate"

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

And all women who had light features, see

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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