This is a song about "Senses"

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

I dilly dally when in this- n' still i batter your senses

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

We were all stupid and outta our senses

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

No? well i can, even though my senses are failing me

Chorus 1: i've finally come to my senses all over again,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships