This is a song about "Mail"

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

With parts of their body through the mail

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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