This is a song about "License to kill"

Ive got no license to kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Went home with some time to kill

For real, a nigga ill

16 and i wanted to kill myself,

I can taste the salt from my tears

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Too focused, one word

Too stoned to kill a bird/

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still