This is a song about "Mail"

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

We running that show all around the globe

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

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

With parts of their body through the mail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And when this beat drops, your heart stops