This is a song about "Mail"

That’s what i call a fairy tale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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