This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

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

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track