This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Spent a long time coming up this road

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

With parts of their body through the mail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track