This is a song about "Mail"

Been running around trying find a job

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

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots