This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Where would i be without my dogs

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

With parts of their body through the mail

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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