This is a song about "Super post"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post

Post your response so we can see how pussies really suck up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Super duper future luck.

So before you post better think ahead,

This is like love, that you can never get

Post cards and my letters

So you finally got the nerve