This is a song about "Mailbox"

Back from the motherfucking dead

And please never disrespect my set

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Garage open, this moment is golden

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Ask who the fuck want it, i bring it to your doorbell

Bug on my window, maggot, you duck like in limbo, flopping

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

With parts of their body through the mail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

My album gonna drop

I fucking hate this job

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

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

All you niggas dead , dead fake

The proverbial lemonade that i made