This is a song about "Send for jacob"

Trendsetter my fans love they send me letters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Send her to the mall for some shit you can't afford

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I can send you so many lines,

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

And i have a few messages that i have to send

Send you down a frightening path

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

So send for some help, or it's your end, and that goes for all of your friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets