This is a song about "Telephone poles"

Amen, they say you only live once

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

No one votes for me, just check the poles

Here they keep a rachet close

Little latasha sho' grown

Hang up the telephone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Poles bitch that's irreversible

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Beating him over the head with the telephone