This is a song about "Plate boundary facts"

Doubt they yapping out facts

I'm popping rubber bands

Bringing them home and across my plate

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Cop a car, new estate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

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

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I just know facts like that

Can't win with a passive attack

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

When i eat off ya plate

Talk sharp like a razor blade