This is a song about "Cleaning pole"

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll