This is a song about "No sense"

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Like hoes down in magic city

It all makes sense you see?

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

I really don't get it it makes no sense

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

But i have a good mind and common sense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Im a little tense in case this dont make no sense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks