This is a song about "Mail"

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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