This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

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

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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