This is a song about "Mail"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

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

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

With parts of their body through the mail

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops