This is a song about "Post apocalypse"

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

He started to sing and then post it online

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

So before you post better think ahead,

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

So before you post better think ahead,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

The incoming apocalypse,