This is a song about "Plate boundaries"

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

I let her decorate the real estate

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Breachin' the boundaries,keepin' the groundaries, i couldn't seems to maintain refineries

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I want a full plate then another plate after

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

We both teenagers with the same mind state