This is a song about "Mail"

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

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

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks