This is a song about "Post malone"

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

He started to sing and then post it online

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Aint see stockton or malone

Playin with fire is a danger zone