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,

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

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years