This is a song about "Plates"

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

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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

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

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

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

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,