This is a song about "Mail"

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

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

Ever since then i had no job

With parts of their body through the mail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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