This is a song about "The sense of smell"

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to

Verse full of stereotype reference, get a sense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Get the sense of rejection here

Ghost in the hook so real

And everybody's having sex

The shit u say doesnt make sense

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

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