This is a song about "Rate"

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

She payed me at a steady rate,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I make a way for my people to see the light

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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