This is a song about "Mail"

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

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

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes