This is a song about "Post apocalyptic"

And everybody's having sex

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

For now everything just seem so right

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

So before you post better think ahead,

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And like light post i be shining in the dark

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates