This is a song about "Rates"

I don't wanna damage you

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

But if you're a millionaire, fuck tax rates, a higher section,

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Fuck the tax rates! they've challenged my patience!

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

So i get higher than my tax rates

And today we're still in chains