This is a song about "Rate"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

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

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I've made calculations, with such a jerkin' rate