This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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