This is a song about "Your shit dont make sense"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Because i dont make it rain,i will take your brains and make a pavement stain

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

Used to call me the african don dada

I'm not your number one? dont make me deal with ya,

I'm on deck i'm up next

The shit u say doesnt make sense

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit