This is a song about "License plates"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Uh huh you need a license

You know...you know who you are

Got a license, no car

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

That dead awake will rip through the metal plates, ya,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

So your last resort is to eat off other niggas plates/