This is a song about "Plate"

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

I'm dreaming to be great

Like an old paper plate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

All within me, that's a lot on my plate.

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait