This is a song about "Post players"

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

So before you post better think ahead,

He started to sing and then post it online

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

I've become immune to you no name haters

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Post cards and my letters

Let's enjoy our younger years

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You gotta understand man

And post the shit on instagram