This is a song about "Mail"

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Where would i be without my dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail