This is a song about "Poland shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

And drop the gossip shit,

After that moscato hit

No swing and a miss shit,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

All my niggas still drilling shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Everything is just full of shit.

There's rules to this shit

You can feel it via spirit

Give me it holy shit

Bet i'm heavy with that

With g's in my pocket

Me, wale, so hard - as shit