This is a song about "Rate impact"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

Her heart rate slows to normal

Higher than my absentee rate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Brace hard for impact and a new sensation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

Give me dome, then let me skate

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Brace for impact, error syntax, percolate synapses

So move back, i react, faster than a truck to truck impact

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape