This is a song about "Mail"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap