This is a song about "Post players"

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

I respect that you don't know yet

So before you post better think ahead,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post