This is a song about "Newel"

I ain’t tripping, nigga's say that i’m pessimistic

Rap has some problems written, feeling post-apocalyptic,

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

To soho, baby milo so dope

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

I told the homeboy pump his brakes

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Post traumatic stress disorder you get al caponed

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Post your response so we can see how pussies really suck up

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha