This is a song about "Plates"

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

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

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

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

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

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

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

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

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything