This is a song about "Meat pole"

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

More money that mean less sleep

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

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

18 year sentence with no parole

Yeah you can call me new meat

I keep my money neat

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole

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

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat