This is a song about "License plates"

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Ive got no license to kill

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Uh huh you need a license

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Driving yall insane, and iike i never got a license.

(pause)........or ill put sum numbers on yo ass like a license plate,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

I stalk you to crap cos i got an evil license...

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains