This is a song about "Post reconstruction"

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

He started to sing and then post it online

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

The richest place on earth

Post cards and my letters

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Surrender no? then blunder at first bell, you'll need a rep reconstruction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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