This is a song about "Mail"

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

To soho, baby milo so dope

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

With parts of their body through the mail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box