This is a song about "Polish people"

Inhabit the minds of people

As i light one for ill will

People critically commenting,

So many blessings while we stressing

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Like people meeting people online,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You acting hard they call you platinum polish,

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Man but this ain't no sign language

So many selfish people

Lady at the frank stand will