This is a song about "The eatwell plate"

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

So who gonna step up to the plate now? are you the chosen one?

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

All within me, that's a lot on my plate.

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

She self made, i'm self made

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake