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

Cause you're most likely to crash

With shards of ice and glass

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Know my limitations , study the game got my education

With blood of a lesser tease

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Atl was tipping them

Soaked with pitchers of rum

And get on down with this thc vision

With plenty of money and women

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

With a fistfull of poop,

Pockets probably like fried food