This is a song about "Hoe on a pole"

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

You haven't flowered loco

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

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