This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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