This is a song about "Plates"

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

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

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

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

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

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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