This is a song about "Your mailman"

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Your gonna gratify

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide