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

With a fistfull of poop,

I must go like fly route

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Sit outside and watch the constellations/ and always raise your limitations/

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

With plenty of money and women

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

How could this rule be set against my policy..

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Soaked with pitchers of rum

Car seats got screens in them

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

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches