This is a song about "Mail"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Where would i be without my dogs

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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