This is a song about "Mail"

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

With parts of their body through the mail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

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

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates