This is a song about "Rate"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

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

We would like to call this an appreciation tape