This is a song about "Fishing poles"

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

Yea and this is something to think about