This is a song about "Mail"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

With parts of their body through the mail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale