This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

With parts of their body through the mail