This is a song about "Mail"

New canvas she need a new stroke

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

With parts of their body through the mail