This is a song about "Communication policy exam"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

No god dam way of communication

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

For some reason our communication blew

Communication is lost like beijing

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way