This is a song about "You make no sense"

Pay you to talk yet you make no fucking sense

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

You see now that nigga lonely

It still makes no sense to me

Hell-bent on denting any rapper who doesn't make sense/

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

I live my life in tha fast lane

They got no sense and no brain

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

I know that this may not make sense

Y'all can't even #make #sense, you're just spending the green,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

It’s starting to make sense

Wish i could shed all these tears