This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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