This is a song about "Gun on my plate"

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

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

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Grab my knife and my gun

And i am one of one

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

I went to grab my gun, that's when her ass put it on me