This is a song about "Common cold"

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Your thought provokes a a common cold

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Blossoms in my radius, common