This is a song about "Meat pole"

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

You'll never meet (meat) me

Oops, i'm so sorry

Let's put it on cruise control

Flows, imported from north pole

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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