This is a song about "Szymon is polish"

Time is automatic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I got rich from a little struggle

Anything is possible

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Of the prodigy i polish,

Ships that sail to distant places

*is that what i think it is?*

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

This is ice, this is frozen,

Something wicked this way come

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Everybody is created