This is a song about "Mail"

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat