This is a song about "Post players"

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

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

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

So before you post better think ahead,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers