This is a song about "Getting my drivers permit"

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

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

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

How could humanity permit this insanity?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I've been locked in my room getting faded

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

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

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Or getting a little rep to my name

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame