This is a song about "Polite"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And polite, so how you?

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

To teach her not to fight and how to be polite

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

In his school always holds a book, he was polite never thought to plot

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Hope you realize i was just being polite

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Recently, in decency, i've been polite in reaching heights,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I'm not polite, but i recite words of delight

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like