This is a song about "Mail"

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

With parts of their body through the mail

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

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

Ever since then i had no job

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops