This is a song about "Mail"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

With parts of their body through the mail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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