This is a song about "Post"

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Oldest nation on this earth

Post cards and my letters

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

He started to sing and then post it online

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note