This is a song about "Polo and shell tops"

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

My voice make her wet

Shell put the beam to ya head

Cus if your love was all i had

I wear a polo hat

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Ten more depending on where wale going

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though