This is a song about "Icey pole"

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole