This is a song about "License to kill"

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Too stoned to kill a bird/

The concept is so absurd

Went home with some time to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

After lebron, i'm what's next

16 and i wanted to kill myself,

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

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

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens