This is a song about "Full plate"

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Ya can't handle this full plate and now you're probably pissed off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

When the club gets played

When i eat off ya plate

I can tell you that this tape

Like an old paper plate

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view