This is a song about "Mail"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

With parts of their body through the mail

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box