This is a song about "Plates"

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade