This is a song about "Sending shots"

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

And im sending families threw the same and shit

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Since it's sending me down, offending the gown

I bust shots, they bust back

Top dropped down, black on black

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

So why even bother sending me a text?

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm rapping like this never ending, yet what am i sending?