This is a song about "Mail"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

With parts of their body through the mail