This is a song about "Mail"

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box