This is a song about "Mail"

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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