This is a song about "Different types of plate tectonics"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

We're two different types of romance,

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

Before we see it's hard to live

But its a different side of life

What's the point of creating these lies? that's where i'm different

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

This shit is a different type of warfare

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape