This is a song about "Pole vaulting"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Climb the pole grab that rope and come back whole/

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed