This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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