This is a song about "Post structuralism"

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Post cards and my letters

Talking of the gods you serve

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

So before you post better think ahead,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

So before you post better think ahead,