This is a song about "License plates"

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

She likes the way it hits her lips

Uh huh you need a license

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers