This is a song about "Don t even make sense"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Run out of words write rhymes that don't make sense

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

If this is the right time

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

Hell-bent on denting any rapper who doesn't make sense/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz