This is a song about "Pole dancing"

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

This shit has got my soul

Flows, imported from north pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

18 year sentence with no parole

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole