This is a song about "Plate"

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

We both had dreams of being great

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Ma words are like a golden medal on a golden plate

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape