This is a song about "Rate"

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Her heart rate slows to normal

Cause this album pack enough evil

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money