This is a song about "Mail"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

New canvas she need a new stroke

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

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

With parts of their body through the mail

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Helicopters on the set of my sales

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