This is a song about "Boy me a plate"

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Ranishia-baby boy me and you will make a dream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Sadistically sever your arms and legs and serve it on a cannibals plate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate