This is a song about "Post its"

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

And post the shit on instagram

Cause u know that this my jam

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

So before you post better think ahead,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

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