This is a song about "Rate me"

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Talk sharp like a razor blade

She payed me at a steady rate,