This is a song about "Mail"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the 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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

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