This is a song about "You got mail"

Your life is a product of trash

I get it, you got cash,

Got me thinking you 2 chains

High: that's why they call us planes

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I think you and your friends

And you aint got no breasts

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You know this, impromptu, neurosis, has got you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks