This is a song about "Szymon is polish"

*is that what i think it is?*

So i gotta spit to this

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Sentence after sentence is what it is

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

A criminal grind mean hustle

Anything is possible

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

Time is automatic

It shows i know a bit