This is a song about "Mail"

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

With parts of their body through the mail

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

The street slang i be speakin in code

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