This is a song about "The pole"

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

It's apart of her goal

Flows, imported from north pole

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,