This is a song about "License plates"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Eating competition like a carnivore three plates deep coming back for more

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Got a license, no car

And could i be a star

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill