This is a song about "Pole dancers"

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

I'm refinishing with no dancers

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

De la soul is from the soul

Flows, imported from north pole

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Me , top of the flag pole u half mast