This is a song about "Post it"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Give us this day, our daily bread

So before you post better think ahead,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

Yes we bout it bout it/

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

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