This is a song about "Paper plate monsters"

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

I want a full plate then another plate after

Cause we been off them slave ships

My monsters were bred by the reasons

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

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

You never tasted paper

That i will leave earth with her

Mami told me son, hold your own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

City national bank evolve into shape

Bringing them home and across my plate

As they rape those monsters i smoke my weed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate