This is a song about "Your mailman"

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

150 on my chain

And everybody's having sex

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

I live my life in tha fast lane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,