This is a song about "Paper plate"

Like an old paper plate

What you call hate

I'm dreaming to be great

When i eat off ya plate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

We both had dreams of being great

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

I want a full plate then another plate after

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape