This is a song about "Mail"

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job