This is a song about "Last post"

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Last chance came last time now we're through,

Just lay back, get your face slapped

It's sure to be the last

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And don't perform after him or you might regret

So before you post better think ahead,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

Talking about the god you serve

Post cards and my letters