This is a song about "Cleaning pole"

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

De la soul is from the soul

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

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

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Flows, imported from north pole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.