This is a song about "Post it"

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

I seem to love these whips - a white

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

And like light post i be shining in the dark

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Post cards and my letters

So you finally got the nerve