This is a song about "Post structualism"

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

After every show, a dream she hold

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Post cards and my letters

So you finally got the nerve

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

So before you post better think ahead,