This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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