This is a song about "Mail"

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

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