This is a song about "Native american termination policy"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Succeed in what you love the american dream

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

But she forgot about the golden rule

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Big homie hov said i am close

And american music shows.

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey