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

It ain't like that

With all of this rap shit

Mixed with excision of inhibition

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

You’re beefing with all of kenner,

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Walkin with a pair of nikes

There is a light that shines

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

See with a district columbia vision

With plenty of money and women

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them