This is a song about "Plates"

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

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

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

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

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