This is a song about "Tectonic plates"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

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

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

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

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit