This is a song about "Mail"

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With parts of their body through the mail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

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

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