This is a song about "Mail"

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

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

Ever since then i had no job

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