This is a song about "Rate"

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

God don't care about your failure's rate rather than the success ratio

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

These fake ass rappers steady acting like devise

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

She payed me at a steady rate,