This is a song about "Icey pole"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

Let's put it on cruise control

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

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

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

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

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