This is a song about "License to kill"

I used to be the most humble until

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Rappers please step forward

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

If he wants to kill himself,

I made it myself

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

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill