This is a song about "Sense"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

The world so cold it don't make sense.

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Always had a sense of doubt,

Baby heading down a cloud

Still doesn’t make sense to me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I'm lighting y'all like #incense, so i guess that #in #a #sense,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense

And everybody's having sex

It’s starting to make sense

Roll up niggas be like sex