This is a song about "Mail"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

With parts of their body through the mail

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks