This is a song about "Sending for owen"

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Girls round here your sending sext texts to them?

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Been to lazy lately sending rappers to the school nurse

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I don't want it on my back

For what for cookin crack

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Roll up niggas be like sex

Sending faxes of her assets

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

49. for a reason for treason,