This is a song about "Common cold"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I delete they history

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I can taste the salt from my tears

I used my common sense

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold