This is a song about "Striper pole"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Juggernaut pole vaulting to fame like actors

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

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

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

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Flows, imported from north pole

Purify that woman soul