This is a song about "Post"

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

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

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

This is like love, that you can never get

So before you post better think ahead,

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence