This is a song about "Mail"

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

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,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes