This is a song about "License"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

No permit but i gotta license to kill them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

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

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

(pause)........or ill put sum numbers on yo ass like a license plate,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait