Policy

[Verse 1]
Every one of these fakers is a
Pro at feigning so they’re profane
But it’s no pain, no gain
And I’m a pro at gaining, so I’m pro-pain
Yeah, I’m propane, I’m so flames
Even if I am sullen
You will never catch this man dulling
Only ever on the mandolin
On demand I'll win, it’s not a gamble
Never rocking flannel with some socks and sandals
But I’m chopping samples, I’m the top example
Of an honest, ample dude, yo
I be off in Campbell frickin Hall, but man I’m
Feeling hot as Campbell's soup, though
I made some awesome plans with the hottest damsel
But I gotta cancel, flying off the handle
I’ma stomp and trample, I’m that cocker spaniel
Who would often channel Cujo
Last year I felt crappy, jaded, and a lil unsure
I was agitated, but I still endured
Now I've graduated, like a cylinder
Shout out to Doctor Sidhu
Talking to you is a blast
Walk in the room and you're showing
Bollywood movies in class
All we could do is just laugh
I wasn't doing the math
I was pursuing the rap
Onto the boom and the bap

[Verse 2]
My goals are a mix of a
Masters degree, and mastering making the
Mixes and masters agree
Not obeying a Mrs. or master’s decrees
But making my masters decrease
In number, sheesh
I wonder, did I even sleep this summer
Don’t think I believe in slumber
I’m underground like a secret bunker
But got top bunk, can’t keep me under
Wait a second, I be coming
First, you came in second
I don’t play, I reckon any record
That you play I’m wrecking
Teach a major lesson
To a hater, make ‘em pay attention
When my name is mentioned
I don’t really curse, I’m saying heckin'
And though it’s kinda heckin' lame, I’m honest
'Cause I made a promise to my grandma
So I’m staying modest when I play with phonics
To create a sonnet or a stanza

[Outro]
My grandma’s name is Paula Cathcart, so the policy
Comes from Paula C., sí
But I’ve been making all this crap art she’s appalled to see
My apologies, geez
My sound is something that I’m polishing