This is a song about "I send trends"

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Last chance you gotta mend your ways 'fore i send you away into lifeless.

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

I send my niggas through your hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

As i write lyrics that send

Niggas in the street scared

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

I'm on the way send that allwhite angel so i can fly i'm gone.....