This is a song about "Mail"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

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

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And if you love substance you'll love wale

With parts of their body through the mail

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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