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

To soho, baby milo so dope

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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