This is a song about "Full plate"

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

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

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

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

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

City national bank evolve into shape

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Like an old paper plate

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

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