This is a song about "Poster"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

You scared to show face like anonymous poster on this site with no name.

My records sell, yes sir

Like a wayne brady poster

Get thumbed up like a poster

Just need my eyes lower

It deserves a middle finger, followed by a fool poster on your forehead.

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said