This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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