This is a song about "Post it"

Know just what your worth

Post cards and my letters

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

He started to sing and then post it online

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Is not far from white girls with big bread

So before you post better think ahead,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Yes we bout it bout it/

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

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

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