This is a song about "Paper plate"

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I can tell you that this tape

When i eat off ya plate

I want a full plate then another plate after

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

You left your nigga on his own