This is a song about "Pole swappin"

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

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

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Juggernaut pole vaulting to fame like actors