Been running around trying find a job
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave
Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail
With parts of their body through the mail
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
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