This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

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

Used to call me the african don dada

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate