This is a song about "Receptacle"

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

As the shadows draw near shh dont make a sound

I let her decorate the real estate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

But bunches of cat walk wanksters.

All my real motherfuckin partners

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son