This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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