This is a song about "She hop on the pole go wild"

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I fear no opponent

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Damn she a wild cat, like a mufuckin baylor

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

She smells the skunk on me

Looking at your money

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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