This is a song about "Mail"

Hi my name is bob and i work at my 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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

With parts of their body through the mail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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