This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

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