This is a song about "Sence"

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,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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