This is a song about "Post up"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

He started to sing and then post it online

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Post cards and my letters

Let's enjoy our younger years

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

And post the shit on instagram

Like as if i didn’t know man

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

She was the queen of the club