This is a song about "Mail"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

And why the hell am i locked in jail

With parts of their body through the mail