This is a song about "Post structualism"

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

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

We forever be real, we'll never fold

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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