This is a song about "Cribriform plate"

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Like an old paper plate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Give me dome, then let me skate

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Where every recipient, property of the state

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,