This is a song about "Post malone"

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

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

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

So before you post better think ahead,

After every show, a dream she hold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

I post up bumping threads tucked woven i sweats

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And like light post i be shining in the dark

Real words...elegant: a piece of art