This is a song about "Mail"

With parts of their body through the mail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope