This is a song about "License plates"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

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

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Uh huh you need a license

They bringing me fish and chips

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Got a license, no car

Don't go to far

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada