This is a song about "6th sense"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It’s starting to make sense

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Then in 6th period, everyday i would always ask him about her

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You're smart but lack any common sense.

The world so cold it don't make sense.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

And everybody's having sex

I know that this may not make sense

And sense when because i rap,

Whether teddy or pat

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

I can taste the salt from my tears

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next