This is a song about "Last post"

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

After every show, a dream she hold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

It's sure to be the last

And i ain't trying to land

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

And post the shit on instagram

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years