This is a song about "Toll"

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

And over time you could see it start to take a toll

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

All these body blows must be taking a toll

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

But modern rhyming takes its toll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Listen to the fear in your breath an its taken my toll

Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole