This is a song about "Meat pole"

Flows, imported from north pole

It's apart of her goal

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

The revolution will proceed

You suck on your daddys meat meat

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul