This is a song about "Policy analyst"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

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

How could this rule be set against my policy..

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

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

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock