This is a song about "Mail"

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

With parts of their body through the mail