This is a song about "Polish penguin"

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Make you walk like a penguin nigga.

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Like a penguin 'cause he's still lying in bed asleep