This is a song about "Mail"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail