This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops