This is a song about "Mail"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

With parts of their body through the mail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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