This is a song about "Post its"

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

He started to sing and then post it online

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck