This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag