This is a song about "Post structualism"

Post cards and my letters

So you finally got the nerve

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

And like light post i be shining in the dark

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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