This is a song about "Plates"

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

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,

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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