This is a song about "Mail"

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

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

With parts of their body through the mail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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