This is a song about "Dylan post"

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

Post cards and my letters

Oldest nation on this earth