This is a song about "Post malone"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

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

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

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Aint see stockton or malone

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note