This is a song about "Dylan post"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

So before you post better think ahead,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And like light post i be shining in the dark

Baby got that super bass

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Know just what you worth

Post cards and my letters

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

And everybody's having sex