This is a song about "Telephone poles"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I'm modest, and humble

Poles bitch that's irreversible

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Hang up the telephone

They blowing up my phone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Beating him over the head with the telephone