This is a song about "Come to your senses"

Chorus 2: i've finally came to my senses all over again,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I dilly dally when in this- n' still i batter your senses

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Hey clyde to make your house come here now because

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

When change come to your name