This is a song about "Mail"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

With parts of their body through the mail

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail