This is a song about "No sence"

She can make a pimp fall in love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

No failed romances, no second glances,

No one no where no why no how

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

No set trip, no color claim

Hallow be thy name

No more money, no more fame

He don't do the same

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

No affiliation

No monopoly type flow, no chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

I dont wanna live, i wish my mom had enough sence to pick up a coat hanger,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster