This is a song about "Mail"

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq