This is a song about "Mail"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

With parts of their body through the mail

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

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