This is a song about "Boy me a plate"

Any rhyme that i could give him, serve it back right on a plate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Guess i'm self made

Where every recipient, property of the state

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

That's right bitch boy you just a toy to me,

I got bigger problems baby

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Come here little boy let me show you how to be a man.

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

4 79, boy better pay me