This is a song about "Driver s license"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life