This is a song about "Mail"

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

With parts of their body through the mail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

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

And tony jr. said i'm the hope