This is a song about "Paper plate"

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

At an extremly alarming rate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I want a full plate then another plate after

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence