This is a song about "Maserati post malone"

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

I'm like a maserati you're duckin like a little fuckin volkswagen tryna stop me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

So before you post better think ahead,

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

He started to sing and then post it online

Talking about the god you serve

Post cards and my letters