This is a song about "Post to be freestle"

The richest place on earth

Post cards and my letters

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

So before you post better think ahead,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

So before you post better think ahead,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

To what was suppose to be