This is a song about "Getting my drivers permit"

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

40 on my face, getting cash

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

When my world is just getting colder...my mind has gone

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Educate yourselves, of africa

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand