This is a song about "Post its"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Its inhumanity,

Looking at your money

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

So before you post better think ahead,

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef