This is a song about "Post it"

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road