This is a song about "Rate me"

I have risen the rate of mortality.

A happy home, that's my fantasy

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

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate