This is a song about "Permission"

Killing the competition, without any permission,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Now the position you in, cant have the permission to make decision in my vision

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'd rather listen, he had to ask permission

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Can i borrow a dollar with your permission?

Catch you up on places i've been

Without the games permission,

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers