This is a song about "Nk sense"

It’s starting to make sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

After lebron, i'm what's next

I know that this may not make sense

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Always had a sense of doubt,

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

So old school, makes sense i'm an artifact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

The shit u say doesnt make sense

Wish i could shed all these tears

The world so cold it don't make sense.

I can taste the salt from my tears