This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape