This is a song about "Rates"

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

I needed an action break to regain a little bit of compassion against attraction fakes

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

I like my girls skinny with brains

So i get higher than my tax rates

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

You reflect me, i love that about you