This is a song about "Post to be"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

So before you post better think ahead,

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Post cards and my letters

The richest place on earth

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

So before you post better think ahead,

So before you post better think ahead,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead