This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat