This is a song about "Post"

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

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

And post the shit on instagram

Money long from here to japan

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith