This is a song about "Make sense"

I don't need your two cents, 'cause you make no sense.

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Wish i could shed all these tears

I used my common sense

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

It should make sense to you, cause by then you live and learn

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Ur rhyming flow is shit n' dont make sense to me,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Still doesn’t make sense to me

It's time for some change to commence

It’s starting to make sense

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears