This is a song about "Post falls"

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Post cards and my letters

Know just what you worth

So before you post better think ahead,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Kirko paint her walls

As my blood level falls

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed