This is a song about "Sense"

Still doesn’t make sense to me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

But i have a good mind and common sense,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I sense my adrenaline nigga , i can sense the retaliation

I got that mass appeal

Get the sense of rejection here

The world so cold it don't make sense.

And everybody's having sex

It’s starting to make sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes