This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

With parts of their body through the mail

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

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

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