This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

I let her decorate the real estate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Got many bitches on my plate at once

But i do quite well with all the bait

Bringing them home and across my plate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate