This is a song about "Polish birthday"

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

For us to find our way

It ain't my birthday today

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish