This is a song about "Post hoc"

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

So before you post better think ahead,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

So before you post better think ahead,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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