This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

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

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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