This is a song about "No more hate on my plate"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

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

No more sad song on pianos

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

All within me, that's a lot on my plate.

But i do quite well with all the bait

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate