This is a song about "Mail"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

With parts of their body through the mail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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