This is a song about "Mail"

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track