This is a song about "I send trends"

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And i wrote about it, hoping to send it to you

And i have a few messages that i have to send

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

But i cant help with they send me naked pictures

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Now im doing time for the crime i did send

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

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

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

And i send my message with no resentment, but with contentment

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust