This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

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

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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