This is a song about "Gun on my plate"

Bringing them home and across my plate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Taking my time, let me levitate

Grab my knife and my gun

Mami... she open, she open

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great