This is a song about "Mail"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Been running around trying find a job

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With parts of their body through the mail

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail