This is a song about "Policy of limitations with worldly affairs"

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

How could this rule be set against my policy..

With shards of ice and glass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

But no apologies that's my mother fucking policy

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Got tired of running from the police

With blood of a lesser tease

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

We living for our worldly desires, building our empires on things we put