This is a song about "Post malone"

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope