This is a song about "Post man pat"

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

So before you post better think ahead,

Post cards and my letters

Know just what you worth

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost