This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks