This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

With parts of their body through the mail

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

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