This is a song about "Icey pole"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Hack that with an ax tie you to a pole light light that in spite of that i'm vulgar

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

People call me coldhearted, i'm even icey when it's sunny