This is a song about "Mail"

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

With parts of their body through the mail