This is a song about "Sence"

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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