This is a song about "License"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Uh huh you need a license

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

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

Got a license, no car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears