This is a song about "Light pole"

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

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

In twilight my ultraviolet light light light

Open up your contacts then scroll

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

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

But you can't hide

And get out of my light,

High five cause i'm in the spot light

Ain't that how black's do it, right

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

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