This is a song about "Common"

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

We live paycheck to paycheck, and plus i'm a common dude who,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

Blossoms in my radius, common

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less