This is a song about "Plate"

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

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

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

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

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

I feel good, i look great

When i eat off ya plate