This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

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

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

That dead awake will rip through the metal plates, ya,

Our history that they stole, africa

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight