This is a song about "Sending for owen"

Slicing throats sending bloody remains in envelopes to cope,

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Not for attention for killing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

I'm a son of a gun

49. for a reason for treason,

Stop pretending like ya absurd words are sending a hot shipment,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt