This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

The street slang i be speakin in code

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

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail