This is a song about "Mail"

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

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

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

To soho, baby milo so dope