This is a song about "Mail"

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

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat