This is a song about "License"

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

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

Upsrising idolizing i through it out the window before i had a license

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Got a license, no car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live