This is a song about "Plate tect"

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Got many bitches on my plate at once

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Like an old paper plate

Cop a car, new estate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

I want a full plate then another plate after

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I feel good, i look great

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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