This is a song about "Plate"

Our vision never changed, we self made

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

See let me demonstrate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

She wanna be grown

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

But let you know i step to plate / straight out the gate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape