This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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