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

With shards of ice and glass

...that's all i have

With a world full of evil

As i light one for ill will

And all you cute

With a fistfull of poop,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

With the assistance of diligent bishops

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

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

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

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

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits