This is a song about "Hate mail"

I can tell you that this tape

U wreak of absurd hate

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Redbox flow and i do not date

You bitches just spit so much hate

Helicopters on the set of my sales

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And these lames will forever hate/

They fasting they won't leave me ate

To all them haters that hate

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail