This is a song about "Post modernism"

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

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

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post