This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail