This is a song about "Plate tect"

Bringing them home and across my plate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

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

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

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

And all the shit you went through

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

She self made, i'm self made

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,