This is a song about "Rate me"

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

With the talent of my peers growing at a higher rate

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I'm 5'8 (five eight), responsible for increasing crime rate.

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Her heart rate slows to normal

Lady at the frank stand will

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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