This is a song about "Post up"

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I know you're mad, but so what

Lights coming up, night coming up,

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

So before you post better think ahead,

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

When i'm on it, on it like my job