This is a song about "Sence"

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

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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