This is a song about "Mail"

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale