This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

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

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening