This is a song about "Rate"

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

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

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit