This is a song about "Policy analyst"

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

How could this rule be set against my policy..

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Authorities wanna take a spin me, trying to limit these rhymes that got g's saying "can it be?!"

Why is this society telling lies claiming there policy is honesty constantly livin cautiously

Stop with the policy of poppin' pills before you get pulled by a cop

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

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