This is a song about "On the pole"

My sim card's the bomb

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Than the birds on the wire

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon