This is a song about "Mail"

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

With parts of their body through the mail

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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