This is a song about "Mail"

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves