This is a song about "Mail"

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

With parts of their body through the mail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

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