This is a song about "Plates"

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

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