This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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