This is a song about "Lamp post"

So you finally got the nerve

Post cards and my letters

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Hi ho peeps, i light the lamp like crosby

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat