This is a song about "Cribriform plate"

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I'm dreaming to be great

When i eat off ya plate

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

My shirt, purple label my shirt

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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