This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

We running that show all around the globe

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