This is a song about "Mail"

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

With parts of their body through the mail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats