This is a song about "Mail"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

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

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad