This is a song about "Cleaning pole"

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

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

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Juggernaut pole vaulting to fame like actors

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

We eatin an u cleaning all the dishes ass nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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