This is a song about "Mail"

To soho, baby milo so dope

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

With parts of their body through the mail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail