This is a song about "Making sense"

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Verse full of stereotype reference, get a sense

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

And everybody's having sex

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

It’s starting to make sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

Not making any sense cause a box is what they home is..is what i don't like!

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side