Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail
With parts of their body through the mail
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
Helicopters on the set of my sales
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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