This is a song about "Nigga at makimg sense"

Always had a sense of doubt,

Mmg man, we smoked out

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Our history that they stole, africa

Im at the top nigga you should be glad nigga

He look at me like "that trill nigga like jigga sitting on his villa"

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

But its not like you talking rubbish at least it makes some sense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

The world so cold it don't make sense.

I can taste the salt from my tears

I used my common sense

Roll up niggas be like sex

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,