This is a song about "Pole"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

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

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Hack that with an ax tie you to a pole light light that in spite of that i'm vulgar