This is a song about "Mail"

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

With parts of their body through the mail

And if you love substance you'll love wale