This is a song about "Mail"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

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

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

And if you love substance you'll love wale

With parts of their body through the mail