This is a song about "Plate boundary facts"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

To reality and to the facts

Know it good when she go no hands

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Im still here but i can't skate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Baby im in the zone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

We both had dreams of being great

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/