This is a song about "Pole dancing"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

Open up your contacts then scroll

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Must be a lady in tha light

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul