This is a song about "Polygon mon"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I woulda done anything for my own

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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