This is a song about "Mail"

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks