This is a song about "Mail"

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

With parts of their body through the mail

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat