This is a song about "Rate me"

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Higher than my absentee rate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate