This is a song about "Mail"

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

With parts of their body through the mail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

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