This is a song about "Plate"

Guess i'm self made

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

I want a full plate then another plate after

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

I got to make sure that i can play here

Serving rappers on a plate like a top notch meal,