This is a song about "Getting my drivers permit"

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

It was all bad

My niggas getting mad

Soaking in my flow getting spiritual with my soul,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

How could humanity permit this insanity?

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I'm getting provinces all day, that's my prerogative