This is a song about "Post it"

And post the shit on instagram

They talk say cool jew na the man

I got some fire and shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Know just what your worth

Post cards and my letters

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post