This is a song about "Mail"

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

With parts of their body through the mail