This is a song about "Plate margins"

All dem niggas gonna hate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Music that y'all condone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Redbox flow and i do not date

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

Like an old paper plate

Low income no bills getting paid

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Got many bitches on my plate at once

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate