This is a song about "Send"

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

My minds set to receive and send

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Is that the kind of message your trying to send?

Send an infantry, brainwashed by dark symphonies.

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

But i cant help with they send me naked pictures

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I'll send you to heaven's gates, like supposed to/

And i have a few messages that i have to send

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She gotta hold her head up high

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky