This is a song about "Boy me a plate"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

New york, va, dc, get paid

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I shine bright with any girl whether she make me hurl or twirl,

Let me tell you 'bout a boy and a girl

Maybe i'll grab a plate of nachos and i'll have a steak

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

4 79, boy better pay me

And my kick game beyond crazy

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

I was born bad.they always told me to go rehab.i am a bad boy.