This is a song about "Mail"

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Where would i be without my dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

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

With parts of their body through the mail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail