This is a song about "Plate tectonics"

And if i do go you better come through

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Our vision never changed, we self made

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate