This is a song about "Plates"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Eating competition like a carnivore three plates deep coming back for more

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Where every recipient, property of the state

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

That dead awake will rip through the metal plates, ya,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates