This is a song about "Mail"

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks