This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

Eating competition like a carnivore three plates deep coming back for more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Fueled by the world's underground, call me tectonic/

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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