This is a song about "Mail"

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

My mom broke but she posted the bail

With parts of their body through the mail

Where would i be without my dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

New canvas she need a new stroke

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

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