This is a song about "Mail"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

With parts of their body through the mail