This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

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

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

I can tell you that this tape

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Taking my time, let me levitate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.