This is a song about "Rate"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

My lyrics will be getting a 100% rate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

She payed me at a steady rate,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate

Her heart rate slows to normal

As i light one for ill will

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

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

I have risen the rate of mortality.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,