This is a song about "Post its"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

So before you post better think ahead,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Its inhumanity,

I be gettin' money

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

So before you post better think ahead,

So before you post better think ahead,

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Post your response so we can see how pussies really suck up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck