This is a song about "Mail"

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Spent a long time coming up this road

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail