This is a song about "Post mortar"

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

We on a world tour, wale your man

And post the shit on instagram

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold