This is a song about "Telephone poles"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

They blowing up my phone

Hang up the telephone

Before i put this mac to your ear like a telephone

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Beating him over the head with the telephone

Poles bitch that's irreversible

As i light one for ill will

No one votes for me, just check the poles

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes