This is a song about "Rate"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

Redbox flow and i do not date

She payed me at a steady rate,

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

Cop a car, new estate

Higher than my absentee rate

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid