This is a song about "Rate"

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

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

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Rate hazel been with me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate