This is a song about "Rate"

Low income no bills getting paid

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

Rate hazel been with me

Lets come up to my city

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

But it was at another rate

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

She understands me and makes me check my heart rate