This is a song about "Polo g"

Dc, man over money

With a fronted silent g.

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Still aint no solo dolo just rockin the new apparel polo

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch//

Trying to give them light and a message

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

But apparently its talent g,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see