This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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