This is a song about "Mail"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

That’s what i call a fairy tale

With parts of their body through the mail