This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks