This is a song about "Mail"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Ever since then i had no job

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

With parts of their body through the mail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail