This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

With parts of their body through the mail

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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