This is a song about "Pole dancers"

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

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

The street light was lit on the wrong pole;i drift in the depths of dark

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Juggernaut pole vaulting to fame like actors

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Weight of the world on up a tent pole