This is a song about "Mail"

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I like bitches in air maxes without socks