This is a song about "Mail"

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

With parts of their body through the mail