This is a song about "Rate"

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

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

Her heart rate slows to normal

But it was at another rate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

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

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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