This is a song about "Cribriform plate"

She wanna be grown

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

Let em marinate, you forever late

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Play this shit while you contemplate