This is a song about "Sence"

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

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

An sence den.....i aint neva been the same as the old me,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"