This is a song about "Sense"

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

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

I used my common sense

Wish i could shed all these tears

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,

Makes sense cos im mourishly intense

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

And everybody's having sex

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Giving me words to help it all make sense

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

I'm coming cause i'm back and this made no sense.

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next