This is a song about "Mail"

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

With parts of their body through the mail

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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