This is a song about "Mail"

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

Motherfucker this is forever dope

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

With parts of their body through the mail

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks