This is a song about "Mail"

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks