This is a song about "Polygon mon"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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