This is a song about "Mail"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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