This is a song about "Mail"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes