This is a song about "Tectonics plates"

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Shook the rap game like tectonics, hydroponic chronic got my lungs pneumonic

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

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

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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