This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

Motherfucker this is forever dope

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks