This is a song about "Post hoc"

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

So before you post better think ahead,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

Not me, i bet you remember the night

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

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter