This is a song about "Driver s license"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Driving yall insane, and iike i never got a license.

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

Upsrising idolizing i through it out the window before i had a license

Tranquillisers are injected to awaken me as i antagonise mountain lions,

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get