This is a song about "Post structuralism"

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

And all women who had light features, see

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

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

So before you post better think ahead,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

You pay your favorite stripper car note