This is a song about "Mail"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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