This is a song about "Mail"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

That’s what i call a fairy tale

With parts of their body through the mail

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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

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

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