This is a song about "Mail"

Been running around trying find a job

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

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

With parts of their body through the mail

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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