This is a song about "I send trends"

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

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

If you ain't about money

I send your ass back down napoli

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

You a bitch, i send you to the pound,

After he just got out, 15 years to count

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And send me to a fucking shrink where i would have to confess

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends