This is a song about "Post hoc"

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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

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

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right