This is a song about "Mail"

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

With parts of their body through the mail

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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