This is a song about "Mail"

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

With parts of their body through the mail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

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