This is a song about "Rate"

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

But it was at another rate

Im still here but i can't skate

Higher than my absentee rate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

Redbox flow and i do not date

She payed me at a steady rate,

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

All dem niggas gonna hate

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