This is a song about "Mail"

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail