This is a song about "Macro polo"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

You're sporting a polo watch but you aint got no money to pay the tab

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

No, just put us on death row

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

Polo purple like the dope i'm hittin, knock yo bat out call it batter out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Yo bitches beggin she can see my polo draws