This is a song about "See you at the pole"

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

At the lawn, till dawn, to see you respawn,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Before i 221 beat you with a fuckin' steel pole

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

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I know the world may seem to spend so fast at times you cannot see

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history