This is a song about "Mail"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

With parts of their body through the mail

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail