This is a song about "Mail"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

With parts of their body through the mail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops