This is a song about "Sense"

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

Unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And sense when because i rap,

Still doesn’t make sense to me

I swear they think i'm crazy

It’s starting to make sense

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Ghost in the hook so real

Get the sense of rejection here

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Verse full of stereotype reference, get a sense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You're homeless, that's why your shit is never makin' sense,