This is a song about "Pole vaulting"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

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

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

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

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

Till it overflows and gets you higher than a totem pole

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole