This is a song about "License plates"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

Ive got no license to kill

I used to be the most humble until

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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