This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

New canvas she need a new stroke