This is a song about "Plates"

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/

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

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

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Used to call me the african don dada