This is a song about "North pole melting"

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole

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

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

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

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

My minds melting and i feel like i'm evaporating