This is a song about "Mail"

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat