This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Guess i'm self made