This is a song about "Rate me"

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

We both teenagers with the same mind state

But it was at another rate

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate