This is a song about "Mail"

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

Been running around trying find a job

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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