This is a song about "Driver s license"

I"m the designated driver

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Uh huh you need a license

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her