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

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

The street light was lit on the wrong pole;i drift in the depths of dark

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Now she return the favor, she sucking on my dick

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

She smells the skunk on me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll