This is a song about "Rate"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

I have risen the rate of mortality.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Something i craved, mocha has got me jumping, like the birth rate.

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

And i could see you coming home after work late

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Her heart rate slows to normal

I lose my mind for divine oral