This is a song about "Plate margins"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

Got many bitches on my plate at once

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

New york, va, dc, get paid

When i eat off ya plate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

She gonna dance when that molly through

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

Be shy when we're all alone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight