This is a song about "Polygon mon"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

There's many sides to this guy, he's a polygon

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home