This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

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

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

When i eat off ya plate

We both had dreams of being great

Give me dome, then let me skate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Got many bitches on my plate at once