This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With parts of their body through the mail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Helicopters on the set of my sales

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

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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