This is a song about "Mail"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

With parts of their body through the mail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

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

Been running around trying find a job

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops