This is a song about "Cribriform plate"

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Bringing them home and across my plate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Got many bitches on my plate at once

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I let her decorate the real estate

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,