This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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