This is a song about "Mail"

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

With parts of their body through the mail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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