This is a song about "Rate"

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

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

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

Rate hazel been with me

My lady, my baby

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side