This is a song about "Mail"

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I let you know you dealing with dogs