This is a song about "Paper plate monsters"

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

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Cop a car, new estate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Monsters creeping up in the night