This is a song about "Mail"

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

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke