This is a song about "Post malone"

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

Post cards and my letters

The richest place on earth

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz